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January 20, 1981. The day that I was born, my mom says she remembers watching the hostages being released and in her head she thought I was destined for great things. This was a good omen for her. She was only 26 years old, a mere 3 years older than me.
Where the hell am I? I don't know. Am I doing what I am supposed to be doing? I don't know. But I'm doing something that I enjoy. Whether it's the great things my mom envisioned for me the day I was born...
So Ronald Reagan eh? I guess my mom also watched his inauguration that day. I know it's rude to talk badly about a dead person, a dead person whose been dead for 10 years as far as I'm concerned, but it amazes me how people turn around and say he was such a great president. All this time, people have always made fun of him and his time in office. This stuff that's being crammed down my throat lately is really bothering me. He was not a good president. I'm preaching to the choir of my friend's list.
BACK TO THE FUTURE. Yay.
Where the hell am I? I don't know. Am I doing what I am supposed to be doing? I don't know. But I'm doing something that I enjoy. Whether it's the great things my mom envisioned for me the day I was born...
So Ronald Reagan eh? I guess my mom also watched his inauguration that day. I know it's rude to talk badly about a dead person, a dead person whose been dead for 10 years as far as I'm concerned, but it amazes me how people turn around and say he was such a great president. All this time, people have always made fun of him and his time in office. This stuff that's being crammed down my throat lately is really bothering me. He was not a good president. I'm preaching to the choir of my friend's list.
BACK TO THE FUTURE. Yay.